❤: Learning languages is a thing, but discovering the intricacies of a language is unbelievably different. I translated this poem from my native language because it seemed to me that it could be even better in the language I am learning. To me, that is the highest achievement in learning a language: the unrepeatable, ultimated communication of a feeling. I don't call myself an artist; I'll be content with being as little cliché as I can.
La nouvelle saison est proche
Peu à peu, le gèle prend ce qui lui appartient
Et je regarde avec mes yeux
Mon amour à moi mort sur la neige.
Sauvez-moi de ma prison
encéphalique.
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